my story
MJ grew up in a family of 6. With a father who taught school and coached sports with a mother who was an old fashioned stay at home mom, money was tight and we had to fend for food.
I have two distinct memories of my childhood. One Christmas I was 11 years old and I remember sneaking by the tree and looking at the gifts that were there. At this age there is great anticipation and joy of what was to come. I dug for the gifts that were mine and grabbed them, all two and realized in those packages was a set tee shirts and in the other was a package of underwear.
At this age, it was much harder to control my emotions and needless to say that I was disappointed. Seeing the disappointment in my face. My father at 9pm on Christmas Eve, in the snow, walked down to the local Village Pantry. (He couldn’t get the car started.) He bought a pack of pinnacle cards which were added to my stash on Christmas Day.